{Disclaimer: This post has a TON of baby photos. If you are in the throes of your infertility journey, please feel free to kindly skip over this one. I understand. I get it. I’ve been there and I will be there again one day when we have the finances to grow our family again.} As… Continue reading A story in photos {Abby’s 7-8.5 Month Adventures}
“Let everyone do their talking about 50 shades of grey, but don’t let anyone talk you out of it: committment is pretty much black and white. Because the truth is, real love will always make you suffer. Simply commit: Who am I willing to suffer for? Who am I willing to take the reeking garbage out for… Continue reading Thanksgiving {For True Love}
I have a daughter that likes to twirl and flip and somersault and kick and throw punches and bury her head deep inside my pelvis to avoid “making it easy” on ultrasound techs. I have a daughter with beautiful fingers and toes and ears. I have a daughter who is already living up to her… Continue reading Somersaults of Gratitude
So, yes, the room is spinning. Not always. Not enough for me to prepare for the mind-altering state of standing-up or moving suddenly, but often enough to leave me leery of any quick movements. You, see, I’ve already hit the floor once during this pregnancy due to unexpected lightheadedness. Now, I try to take my… Continue reading The Room is Spinning {And a heart is beating}
334 licks. Not likes. Licks. Thanks to an amazing friend who sent me to Houston with a thoughtful care package, including a lollipop for the waiting rooms and times. While I was coming out of the fog of my anesthesia (quite a delightful fog, too, I might add), I assigned DH to counting. And count… Continue reading 334 Licks {And other important numbers}
It is time that I say a few words. For days, Christ’s Presence was so very real that I didn’t do much other than exist in a state of semi-constant communion with Him. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t stop teaching, or reading, or doing anything else that generally occurs during my day. Rather, Christ… Continue reading These hurts
How does one continue to give thanks when the blood flows red? How does one rejoice in all things when those “things” involve loss of life? I will never know whether or not I’m having an early miscarriage or just a heavy flow…I would tend to think the former. On Friday morning I woke up… Continue reading Day 3 of Blood
Tear Drops Falling 